Lincoln's POV:
The wall beyond Elyndor glow nicely, no longer the shining blue but a shadowy color—as if it felt the tension beneath it. Soldiers dash down the streets, banners were restore, and the distant ring of steel echoing from the training grounds. The kingdom was warm once more, but not to peace. It was preparing.
I proceeded through the Council's lower courtyard with Sky, Crisha, and Chris in tow. There was an air of purpose and weariness between us. Ayaana, Star, Akira, and Amir brought up the rear, their spirit companions matching the silent vigilance.
We were meant to start our first "day of rest." Instead, we're going back to the archives—the one place the Council had hinted at not returning to.
My tone was low. "If the traitor did indeed come from within, they would have
